Anonymous - Gynecocracy

"Oh, Gertrude! Oh, Mamma! Someone may come in," cried I, standing up and trembling, while Mademoiselle smiled on the sofa sending little rings and wreaths of smoke up to the ceiling from her dainty mouth.

"I cannot help that," replied she, taking me by the shoulders. "If they do, you must regard it as a part of the penalty you have to pay!"

She slipped her hand down to my waist as she faced me and unfastened the buttons all the way down the front of my principal garment. Then she undid the braces and pulled them down. She next did the same with my drawers.

She made me seat myself and took my clothes including the shoes and socks off and deposited them on a chair some distance away. "There! I have taken charge of them. Now, come, your jacket, your waistcoat, no nonsense!"

And I stood there in my shirt, which barely came down to my braces. She undid my tie with scant ceremony and took off the collar, unfastening the three studs of my shirt. Notwithstanding my protests, she gathered up its skirts and lifted it off over my head. My vest scarcely concealed my nakedness and the next moment that too was unbuttoned and I was deprived of it.

"This I believe," she said pulling me in front, "this ugly thing is, I believe, the cause of all your naughtiness!"

"He will have it cut off tomorrow," calmly observed Mademoiselle.

"Oh! Oh!" I exclaimed shuddering. "Not really?"

"We shall see," she remarked.

"Now, Julian, tomorrow morning when you have to dress you will have to pay for these garments before I shall give them back to you," went on Gertrude menacingly.

"I think he should be well birched," remarked Mademoiselle, who had an inordinate affection for the birch. "The birch," she exclaimed, "warms a bold boy's bottom more to a lady's satisfaction than anything else. It is so delightful to feel that one has made a boy's bottom smart, and burn so much that he ardently wishes he had not one."

"I dare say you may find it very desirable to birch him, Mademoiselle, but he will not get his clothes back without becoming acquainted with my little riding whip. I long to lay it across his bottom," said Gertrude, passing her hand over that part of me which they both took so much strange delight in repeatedly naming.

"For your vest and shirt you will receive three strokes each; for your drawers, as a more important and indispensable article, six; and for your trousers as the most important, and the most emblematic garment, a dozen."

"Now go," continued Gertrude with her delightfully imperious and dictatorial manner, "now go and kneel before Mademoiselle and beg her pardon."

"Pray, Mademoiselle, forgive me," I said scarcely venturing to raise my eyes to her face. She took no notice of me for quite ten minutes. When she had finished her cigarette she sat up.

"Come closer to me," she ordered, "and keep your hands behind you."

Then, with her bare arms and dainty hands, she slapped my cheeks.

"Now I shall slap something else," she added. "Lie across my knee."

I lay somewhat bewildered with the shock of the pretty palms across her silken gown, and received a severe, nursery punishment from her dimpled hand.

"Thank me!" she ordered, when it was over. How her little hand could sting!

I obeyed.

"Gertrude," she said, "he has made me so naughty, you really must let me subject him to my petticoats."

By all means!

Mademoiselle moved to a low armchair, bade me seat myself in front of her, and while Gertrude cracked walnuts and drank, or rather sipped, Burgundy at the table, Mademoiselle held my head between her exquisite thighs and I was made to kiss and lick her mouth with a moustache, which I found in a very excited state indeed.

"I see where he learnt that before," observed Gertrude.

"Oh-so-you-oh-oh Julian! So you-made him-oh, oh, oh-do it to you?" observed Mademoiselle as she lay back in her chair in the most abandoned attitude, her arms dangling at each side of her, her beautiful chest expanded, her legs stretched straight out across my shoulders tightly grasping my head, almost fainting with the love sickness I was causing her.

I was soon deluged but was not allowed to rise. She retained me in that position while she and Gertrude chatted. She stretched out her hand for her glass. At intervals I kissed her. I determined now to excite her to please myself without waiting for her bidding. She kept me there and must take the consequences, so I determinedly inserted my tongue.

"Oh, you naughty boy! You naughty boy!" she cried moving violently and much more energetically. I could feel her flesh. I persisted tickling her clitoris with all my might; at last she was overcome and obliged to give me what she had before obliged me to receive.

"Oh, Julian! You have gained quite a little love victory of your own. Would you like now what you wanted so much that morning?"

"Oh, Mademoiselle!" I cried, at length released, my eyes sparkling. "Yes, yes, above all things!"

"Are you quite sure you want it still?" she asked, in her pretty teasing way. "Are you not"-delight in tantalising me-"too tired?"

"Oh, no, no, no! I do want it. Oh! Above all things."

"Very much-are you sure?"

"Oh, Mademoiselle!" I exclaimed, gazing at her, speechless from my delirium of delight. The idea of possessing or being possessed by that 218

exquisite being who had inspired me with such feelings towards her almost took away my senses.

"Very well; you must ask your mamma's permission first though."

"Please, Mamma," said I instantly, addressing myself to Gertrude. "Please, Mamma. May I do what Mademoiselle wants?"

"Oh, you wretch!" exclaimed Mademoiselle, again reclining on the couch. "What you want to do with me, you mean."

"What I want to do to her," I repeated.

"Whatever can that be?" said Gertrude, pretending to be puzzled and looking up with a horrid little smile at the ceiling affecting an air of absolute innocence.

"Please, Mamma, may I-"

"Well what?"

"May-may-may I fuck Mademoiselle?" and I hung my head and again covered my face with my hands.

"You indecent young rascal. How dare you? Mademoiselle, do you wish this boy to-to fuck you?" (How Gertrude, like other refined young ladies I have known, loved to say naughty words!)

"Yes, yes!" exclaimed Mademoiselle. "He must."

"Must!" exclaimed Gertrude. "Dear me. Well, you may, but you must do it before me."

"Come," said Mademoiselle eagerly, her hand already lifting her skirts.

"Oh, I hope-I hope-we shall have a baby!"

"Oh, you Monster!" exclaimed both the girls.

Mademoiselle drew me to her breast between her legs, and at last I lay in that paradise I had so longed to enter.

She was nicer, softer, and warmer than Gertrude. I lay upon her as though I had found everlasting peace after a long quest.

Gertrude stood over us. I never until then felt what nakedness was. My intense appreciation of it transfigured me with passion.

"I must feel how he does it," she said, placing her hand upon me.

Mademoiselle strained me to her bosom.

Gertrude's hand urged me to the delicious task I had to perform.

A pause, another long sigh, Mademoiselle's eyes softly closing, her mouth apart, her lips deliciously moist, as I entered further and beyond the gate, as she came more and more under the divine influence.

My whole being seemed to be concentrating itself in the spasm that was about to overtake me-it came. My love, my soul, my existence were conveyed to my sweet cruel mistress amid her soft inarticulate murmurs more grateful to my ears than any other music could be.

"How the little heart does beat!" exclaimed Gertrude, who would not even then remove her hand which, upon my highly excited nerves and sensitive organ, stimulated them almost to frenzy. I begged her to remove it.